Saturday

2 March 2013

I walked into Starbucks a little after noon today, and the
place was packed. All but one of the tables that lines the back walls was
taken, my favorite table on the far wall and the two near it were taken, the
long table with a good twenty chairs was partially filled, and the comfy chairs
and sofas were occupied.

I felt a bit lucky to snag the little table that I did; and
little is all I need. I’m half-heartedly working on an outline/taking notes for
a new story, and I have no books or papers I need to spread out before me. I
have my little MacBook Air (yes, be jealous, it is freaking awesome) and
computer mouse, so all I need room for aside from those is my Venti Black Iced
Tea.

That, by the way, now rolls off my tongue like I’ve lived in
a Starbucks for ten years. One day I’m going to come in here intending to get
hot chocolate, and by rote I’m going to ask for a Venti Black Iced Tead,
unsweetened.

Looking around, nearly everyone here has a laptop, books,
notebooks, pen and pencils and worried, furrowed lines on their foreheads.
They’re young, I don’t see anyone older than about 25, and seriousness swirls
around like a desperate cloud.

None of them are quite this cute

Welcome to the weekend before midterm finals at UC Davis.

I’m guessing.

It was packed like this just before last semester’s final
exams; the bakery bar was kept loaded with munchies, and young adults staked
out tables, only venturing forth to run to the restroom, get coffee and tea
refills, and to buy sugar-laden snacks to keep themselves going.

I don’t remember being so seriously studious in college.
Which might explain a lot about what little I’ve retained from those days. I
can’t even blame drugs, booze, and a party lifestyle for that. We were Mormon,
we didn’t have fun like that.

Dammit.

I almost feel bad that 60% of what I’m doing while I sit
here is surf around Facebook. Though I did take a break from that to look in
the files I have stored at Dropbox, and found 5 pages of something I started around 3
years ago, and it’s actually pretty good. I think I abandoned it to work on The King and Queen of Perfect Normal. Or The Flipside of Here. And then I forgot
about it. I wrote Rock the Pink and helped =ahem= Max with Bite Me.

(Yes. Yes I did insert a little pimping there.)

I might have to pick it up soon.

But the kids here…so serious, and apparently somewhat
frustrated. At least the girl sitting next to me seems to be, judging by the Oh
shit…two hours on the wrong damned chapter I heard a little while
ago. And by the kid running his hands through his hair, fingers so tight he’s
also pulling more than a few strands out, I think.

I think most of them feel like this

Part of me wants to stand on the bench and announce that it’s
not worth obsessing over; you either know it or you don’t, the tests will be a piece
of cake or they won’t. Life won’t hinge on a few tests, and in 30 years you won’t
really remember what felt so urgent about it all.

But then I remind myself that hey, I had really good grades
but I don’t remember 90% of what I supposedly learned. Which is why I dangle
participles and mangle passive/active voice, and why I tend to. Write
incomplete sentences.

So I’ll just sit here and kind of pay attention to them
while I get little real work done, and feel stressed for them by extension.

Hey, it’s the least I can do.

And while I’m at it, I can ponder why I thought it was a
good idea to use profanity in a piece that was clearly intended to be in the
Young Adult genre…

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Doctor Who Quotes

There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick.

We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?

Every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they're going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in them being happy now if they're going to be sad later? And the answer is, of course, because they're going to be sad later.

The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.

Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.

If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.